Way down South
S. Homer
An azure sky, a warm brown face,
Soft black eyes and a dazzling mouth,
A red bandanna, touched with gold--
And this is the color, 'way down South.
A bird that plays on a mocking flute,
A melting drawl from a smiling mouth,
A tinkling banjo hid in the shade --
And this is the music, 'way down South.